I had this melancholy post all written, feeling all worried, and then I went out to my TiVo and watched Big Brother All Stars. (note: sortof spoilers to follow)
Now, I've never been addicted to this show, mostly watching it on nights when there wasn't anything on. This year, it's my guilty pleasure. OMG! Maybe it's because I've seen these people before, but I can't get enough of it. I feel a bit queasy when it's over. Every night I'm like "Is this Big Brother night?" Thank goodness it comes on three times a week, or I'd go nuts. (it's not a long walk, it seems)
These people make me laugh! Will, with his big "send me home" speech. And Jase is mad as a hornet, and I'm worried for James, because he just put a big ol' target on his butt. And Marcellis and his having the hots for Kaysar. I just watch the whole time with a big ol' stupid grin on my face.
I'd like to think that I'm intellectually above reality tv, but alas, I'm not. I don't know if you all have seen Hell's Kitchen, but I can't get enough of that show either. Now, I know that I have this weird thing about British men, but I am madly in love with Chef Gordon Ramsey. When he takes the winners on their little outings with him, he is so nice and sweet and then BAM! they're in the kitchen and he's yelling and I'm just happy to know that there's someone in the world more angry than I am. :) I find it sexy. Yes, I know I need help.
So after a little TV, my sadness is gone. I am so simple, I'm ashamed. ;) Don't worry, the melancholy will be back, so you might yet get to read that post. And I know you're all just WAITING to see a bit of my serious side. ;)